Ot8Strays
"I don't know about you, Y/n," he said through gritted teeth, hatred flickering openly in his eyes as his grip tightened, dragging you into his space. You were inches apart now - too close, dangerously close - his breath brushing your face like a threat.
You held his gaze, unyielding, the gun steady in your hand.
"But I dont fight to survive," he spat.
"I fight to win."
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A Mafia AU.
Tropes:
Forced proximity. (?)
Slow Burn.
She fell first he fell harder.
Enemies to lovers.
May include: Swearing, drinking, violence and potentially more.
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